. . . The Hated Sunrise of Misery

Updated on May 19, 2016
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Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. 23-years of writing for a newspaper has served him well.

Sublime, simplicity in our hearts bound by fragile words

Each orbit, passage of angel's droves, and ant's dim work

Everything silently changed--while we slept, breathing as one

Keeping heartbeat slow and dreading a sunrise low

The sky burned during our nights, our love drove blind the lights

Having a crumb, a crust, a ring to hold

Etches of promises bold and our hands of love's strand so old

Love crept through the sleepy fog and lay quietly on lifeless body

Over a time and time of past "we" met, we loved, we fused

Running a silent pace and his love for me was as coveted lace

Darkness in ages time, angels singing and crying with rhymes

Final words, empty words, death are same to me

I will cast myself down and shun any less ecstasy

Riding quiet drops of painful woe

Singing a broken spirit's glow

'Til his ghostly figure back to sight fades and fades in his own night


© 2016 Kenneth Avery


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      Kenneth Avery 22 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, Gypsy Rose Lee,

      Long time. No see. How are you?

      Thank you sincerely for your kind comment. You cannot fathom just how much I appreciate your input.

      Please stay in touch.


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 22 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Most enjoyable and creative poetry.